Niko ne može da zna [English translation]

The minute you open your eyes, you already now you're in for a struggle

like through bars, through the window you're watching: Freedom is far

and if you're loyal and fight the good fight

as soon as you get out in the street, you feel the bitterness of life

The people suffer while stinkers get rich, I can not be quiet

I'm not letting them defeat me, the burden falls of my heart like a tear on paper,

the only vent, my music is the essence of Belgrade blues.

Do you feel the pain running through every verse, do you feel

the pain that like a motive I use after restraints of all bumpy roads

wounds have healed well won't happen again

I saw the light clearly and towards it I move starting a lava of emotions

in search of happiness, left on my own, led by instincts in a cruel world where stronger one eats weaker one as soon as the later makes a mistake.

You all know how difficult it is empty, that's why my people, my syndicate, my strength is

the freedom of my people is so far away

but I don't loose hope as long as the truth is in between the lines.

As if I was dreaming my whole life, and now I'm waking up, this is my country, these are not my people.

They say: there's nothing for you here, better be quiet because here your prosecutor is your jugde

I watch destroyed cemeteries, they don't even respect the dead, I watch houses burned down, I watch churches burned down

They say: watch our strength we are unbeatable; I ask: don't you know God;

they say: the power doesn't pray to God;

Be careful in this field, spears have been broken, Orthodoxy in Serbs unbreakable faith

because that's what the Earth fed, that's what mother gave birth to, that's what the faith directed.

Chorus x2

Nobody can know

what is whispering the wind

nobody can know

what brings a thunder from a clear sky the storm is coming,

a star is falling on the ghetto,

my wish, my fear

tonight is this country

2004 is passing, prisons are still full of my people,

on the holy land disturbers,foreign hand gives us directions

devil signs,

transporter on barricade keeps us away prevents us from making sudden moves, let alone

that we have them on cam while they're shooting at our heritage, they came from far away (*) to earn a nickel on our poverty, and who will protect us, my people are still not free that feeling that they are helpless

like a nightmare hunts me. And politicians that came sold everything to the villains and here they brag around the parliament about how they helped God knows how much. Belgrade doesn't know the sufferings of those rare ones that stayed, have we, in a race for a better life;

became cold in a day

Bells are ringing in panic, a bomb is falling on monastery. Serbs don't let the greed make us quarrel.

Maybe we are dinosaurs, the extinct species and we live in our dreams

where nobody can defeat us and there's no locution that could express the pain, I'm going down again

If necessary, blood will tell the tale

Chorus

Between bunkers and snipers, freedom is prison, by the transporters in the park, life is a burden.

I fart the moves of foreigners this is a trial to victims we need a wake up call, enough of lies and tortures

Behind Ibar as a (border) line, cells are full of our people, here united act all devil's legions, so mine in a block

I know by a tear in the eye and those that can stand despite pain. Arnaut cobras bite our legs as they go,

and the poison in blood loudly calls for fight because their desire to ravish everything that's dearest, puts bitter

spit in my mouth. Like when the strangers arrest me, send dogs at me to scare me while they keep me sleeplessly tied.

But I don't know about a breakdown I'm only irritated because, Serbs, this is ours.

I yell while I suffer in terrible pain while they tear out, out of my hands, my land, my torment, blood sopped drilled world they want to take and destroy my success

the bones of my ancestors, remains of my saints, to allow because I wont let you

because to all of us because of our sons, surrender is unallowed.

For your return I await on the bridge now Alban no passaran with Serbs or alone

• Artist:Beogradski Sindikat
• Album:Svi zajedno